Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

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Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow...

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow...

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,...

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.

It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved...

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved...

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down...

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I...

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I...

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

Lord, what fools these mortals be.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow...

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.

Having nothing, nothing can he lose.